The End of The End

"No," I whispered. "I don't."

I saw his face fall and I took this chance to drop his hands from mine.

"Leanna," He started, trying to catch a hold of my hands again.

"Don't say my name." I murmured after snatching my hands away.

He seemed lost for words. I wondered if Adam was starting to worry of me, as I knew he watched me from the plane window.

"Leanna, listen to me. Let me explain." He begs, frustrated.

I smiled, the stranger acknowledging smile I've smiled so many times to people I didn't know. People I didn't care about. People I didn't love…

"Brenden, what makes you think that it will suddenly all become well again?" I ask blandly, no sort of emotion in my face, my voice bitter.

"I-" He starts.

"You what, Brenden? What can you say that will change things that have already happened? I mean, really, tell me, Brenden. Is this what you delayed a whole flight of people for? To tell me this?" I asked, my voice like ice to my own ears.

He was silent.

"Brenden," I paused for breath and stamina to remain emotionless. "You slept with her. You didn't even trust me enough to confront me." I pointed out the obvious to him.

He remained mute.

"You know, I would've forgiven you for everything, the accusation of me cheating, the revealing to the media, everything. But not this. Never this." I informed him while my heart shattered

He dropped to his knees.

I wanted to forgive him. I really did. Yet I couldn't. I cannot force myself to trust him after he had just broken me ten times more than Nicholas ever had.

"I'm sorry." He told me. His face was so solemn, so sad, so hurt, and so genuinely sorry. Yet I couldn't do it. Even if I wanted it with all my heart, I could not forgive him.

"Sorry doesn't cut it sometimes." I smiled that familiar smile that felt so out of place to him, its movement unforgiving on my face.

"I love you." Brenden murmured, his eyes downcast.

"Well Brenden, if only you love me enough." I said, barely a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Leanna, you don't even love him." He stated, his patience -if he had any in the first place- thinning. Frustration, I could hear it in the strain of his voice.

"But he loves me." I tell him, keeping my eyes closed, willing myself to live through this.

"But you don't love him." He stated the truth.

"He loves me." I reply softly again, still unable to look at his face.

"You. Don't. Love. Him." He insists.

"He. Loves. Me." I persist.

"You. Don't. Fucking. Care. About. Him." He was losing his patience again. Once more, I wondered how I could have put up with this for so long.

"Brenden, he loves me. He knows me and I trust him." I explained, my words empty.

"But-" He started.

"Brenden." I started, my voice hardening. "Do you even know my favourite colour?"

He raked his hair with his fingers in aggravation, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "You know what? You're right. I don't. He may know your clubs and activities, and where they take place, and even when! He may know your schedule, your favourite colour, and your birthday, even your family's favourite things. Everything." He stopped for breath, starring me in the eye as my heart clenched at his words. "But those are only facts, ok? Anyone can memorize them and claim that they know you. Anyone. But I know you better than them- better than anyone else. I know that when you bite your lip, you're fretting over things with people you love. I know that when your smile doesn't reach your eyes, you don't mean it. I know that when you're thinking of me, a smile will appear on your face no matter what. I know that you'll only ever be truly happy and content when you're with me, because that's how it is with me. And I know, that you still and always will love me, just like how I am with you." He looked at me defiantly, knowing that his words were truer than true.

"Yes, I fucked up, but why- why can't you give us both another chance?" He asked, his voice close to breaking.

My heart melted and I smiled at him. This time the smile feeling so much like the one in my memories, deep inside, I knew that if I didn't leave, I would break. I reached my shaky hand out to stroke his face as I handed my CD to him. For him.

"Some other place. Some other time." I whispered before letting go and stepping away from him.

"For you." He said before starting to sing his song.

Now the night has gone

Now the night has gone away...

Doesn't seem that long

We hardly had two words to say...

Hold me in your arms

For just another day

I promise this one will go slow

We have the right to know

We have the right to know

Don't say the mornings come

Don't say the mornings come so soon...

Must we end this way

When so much here is hard to lose...

Love is everywhere

I know it is

Such moments as this

Are too few

It's all up to you

It's all up to you...

Here I am

The one that you love

Askin' for another day

Understand the one that you love

Loves you in so many ways

Tell me we can stay

Tell me we can stay oh please...

They are the words to say

The only words I can believe...

Hold me in your arms

For just another day

I promise this one will go slow

We have the right you know

We have the right you know

Here I am

The one that you love

Askin' for another day

Understand the one that you love

Loves you in so many ways

His voice was as rich and as warm and moving as it was the first time I've heard him sung in the library. And during this time as the words echoed inside of me, the flashbacks of all the hauntingly wonderful memories with him flew past me so fast that I could not grasp them even if I tried, and I knew, there was no way to turn back now. They were now all memories, to remember when I needed them. His comforting, his humour, his distinctiveness all washed and faded to memories that I can only remember.

I turned away from him. My last look of him. With choked back tears that I know will not wash anything away, I turned to walk off into plane that was waiting for me. Knowing Brenden would not follow me. Knowing he kept singing to me. Knowing that his words rung true to my heart. Knowing that leaving with Adam was a mistake. Knowing that I would now do what I've always wanted to do. Knowing that I never stopped loving him. Just like he had said.

Here I am

The one that you love

Askin' for another day

Understand the one that you love

Loves you in so many ways

The night has gone

A part of yesterday

I don't know what to say...

I don't know what to say...

Here I am

The one that you love

Askin' for another day

Understand

The one that you love

I know. I know. There's going to be two ways you guys react: totally moved, or upset that they're not together. But com'on, she's not with Adam either. There's an epilogue left, and I swear that if everyone who reviewed the last chapter reviews this chapter, I'll update the epilogue! It's so sad that this is really coming to an end. Again thanks to everyone who's R&R throughout the story (yes, especially when I update VERY slow at times...) Thanks VERY VERY MUCH! Many thanks to:

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